Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 270: Persuasion

"Are you just going to watch as Ethan Sterling gives up everything he has to Ryan Sterling for a woman? You know their relationship better than anyone. If Ryan takes control of the situation again, the first thing he’ll do is kill Ethan, then destroy his mother and sister’s graves."

"..."

There’s no denying that Miles Harrington’s words are all valid, and his eloquence is truly impressive.

So impressive that Nathan Ayers couldn’t find any other words to refute him.

The noise outside gradually grew louder, as if many people were shouting vehemently from afar.

Miles Harrington gave it a glance, visibly troubled, "It’s the public. They’re gathering in front of the Presidential Palace, holding banners, writing slogans, questioning why the people from Veridian Isle could escape, questioning why she hasn’t been executed immediately for murder, and yet she’s entered The Law Council. They are beginning to doubt the authority of The Law Council and the credibility of the Presidential Palace."

"..."

If I absolutely have to protect Seraphina Redgrave, does that mean Ethan Sterling has to come forward to give them an explanation?

Miles Harrington chuckled bitterly.

"Miss Redgrave didn’t kill anyone," Nathan Ayers couldn’t refute the previous statement, only stating the truth, "In a certain sense, she abides by the law even more than we do."

The current situation can no longer be evaluated by the law; it’s concerned with the interests of the conglomerates.

Miles Harrington laughed bitterly, "Nathan, does it really matter anymore whether or not she has killed someone?"

"..."

Nathan Ayers knew it no longer mattered.

"What matters is that the words ’Veridian Isle’ are associated with her identity, she has entered The Law Council, and wishes to make its secrets public. These three points alone have already pushed her into a dead-end."

Miles Harrington placed his hand on Nathan Ayers’ shoulder, speaking as if in a spell, "Think carefully about whether you want Ethan to return home."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Nathan Ayers’ phone rang with Ethan’s exclusive ringtone.

He looked at the phone screen displaying ’Young Master Sterling,’ his heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to answer.

Miles Harrington pressed down on his hand in time, stared deeply at him, "Think it through before answering."

"..."

Nathan Ayers’ face turned as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Ethan has only regained his rights for two years. If he doesn’t stand his ground this time, what awaits him is not the Hibiscus Garden, but Hell."

Miles Harrington self-deprecatingly said, "I cannot deny that I’ve considered many things: interests from all sides, my own situation, and Ethan’s future, while you don’t need to consider so much. You only need to weigh whether Ethan’s future or that woman’s importance matters more at this moment."

The phone continued to ring incessantly.

As soon as one round ended, it began again, conveying Ethan’s urgency.

Finally, under Miles Harrington’s watchful gaze, Nathan Ayers capitulated; he didn’t answer the phone but instead made a request to Miles Harrington, "Then let me meet Miss Redgrave first."

"Alright."

Miles Harrington readily agreed, "But you must rally Ethan’s domestic forces and not allow him to return home."

If he comes back, things will truly spiral out of control.

"..."

Nathan Ayers felt utterly powerless; he never imagined he would one day make such a decision.

...

Y Nation.

In the Presidential suite, no one spoke; the silence was terrifying. The only sound was the echo of Seraphina Redgrave’s speech video playing in the room.

The staff standing at the side were trembling with fear, constantly calling back home, one call after another, unable to reach any key decision-makers, including Nathan Ayers.

Nearly an hour had passed.

No one answered the phone.

They looked fearfully at the man seated in the highest position.

A loosely buttoned white shirt draped over him, with a somber expression, pinched lips, and no expression. He wasn’t watching the video playing on the television screen but was fiddling with a lighter.

The blue flame flickered between his fingers as he played games with the simple lighter, making it seem entertaining.

It seemed like he was passing the time out of boredom, but no one present dared to speak or breathe too loudly; they knew Ethan’s mood was atrociously bad.

A quarter of an hour passed again.

"I tried Special Assistant Ayers’ phone; it’s still in the no answer state," a weak voice sounded.

"The Presidential Palace can’t be reached either," another reported cautiously.

Ethan listened, without lifting his head, making it uncertain whether he heard them or not.

Ethan snapped the lighter’s switch, the blue flame leaping out, reflecting in his amber eyes.

Someone entered hurriedly with sweat covering their forehead, breath haphazard: "Young Master Sterling, every ticket back home is unavailable. We’ve just received a notification from the President that this summit is extremely important, and you must stay for the entire process."

Ethan still toyed with the lighter, spoke faintly, "Then, what if I insist on going back?"

The pressure in the room dipped drastically; the previously reporting subordinate almost fell to his knees and continued with difficulty, "The President’s exact words were, if you insist on returning, even if the plane reaches Z Nation, it won’t be able to land."

The room was still; what did the President mean by this?

Was he forcibly detaining Young Master Sterling abroad?

Why is this? Aren’t the President and Young Master Sterling on good terms?

"..."

Ethan remained silent, and a gust of wind from nowhere blew the flame sideways, burning Ethan’s finger, he didn’t move, feeling the scorching pain.

"Bang!"

Ethan slammed the lighter on the table, stood immediately, his eyes bloodshot and his smile sinister, as though he were an emissary emerged from Hell.

He enunciated clearly, "Go tell Miles Harrington, if he has the capability, let him keep me abroad for life."

"..."

All the staff quickly lowered their heads.

"Otherwise, whatever harm befalls my woman, I will pay him back double!"

Ethan clenched his fist, an overpowering sense of oppression surging out.

"Yes!"

The subordinate didn’t dare delay; tasked, he left the room.

The rest remained motionless without orders, Ethan looked at them, speaking icily, "Why are you just standing there? Keep trying to get me a way back home!"

"Yes, Young Master Sterling," everyone quickly agreed.

Ethan stood still, staring at his burnt finger, slowly turning, his eyes filled with fury.

...

The massive crowd gathered in front of the Presidential Palace hadn’t dispersed, and many conglomerate sect leaders and officials were still seated inside. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Miles Harrington had no choice and could only lead Nathan Ayers out through an unknown path.

Continuing forward, a stifling, antiquarian building came into view.

The Directorate.

Nathan Ayers followed Miles Harrington inside, and everyone they encountered along the way greeted Miles Harrington proactively.

Their heavy footsteps were the only sounds along the long corridor.